The Legend of Sleepy Hollow: the new school master? (A short story series)

(Before reading this post, just so everyone knows when I say The Legend of Sleepy Hollow I do not mean the horror movie, I am talking about The Novella by Washington Irving, this story I am posting is not a horror story.)
Hi Everyone, I'm back from my short break, and since it is October and Halloween is near, I thought it would be fun to share one of my Legend of Sleepy Hollow short stories/Fan fictions.
I am planning on posting the short stories through out October, Enjoy!:) :

                               

                                                          You can also listen to it on YouTube here

                                 You can listen to this while reading...

It was a terrible day when our School Master Ichabod vanished. To tell you the truth, he wasn’t the first to vanish. There were actually a number of school masters that vanished. We even kept track on the wall. Whenever a teacher vanished we would always draw a line, and whenever a new teacher came we knew what would happen. It never was quite happy knowing your teacher would disappear, even if they were strict or they hit your knuckles with the ruler, or even if they put the dunces hat on your head when you got a answer wrong or if they told you to write on the board a hundred times:

 I will never, ever sit in my teacher's chair or…something like that. 

As I was walking to school with my best friend Isabella, we were talking about what could have possibly happened to our most recent school master. 

“They say the Headless Horseman took his head!” said Isabella, “Or turned him into a pumpkin.” 

“Either one seems likely,” I sighed. I heard the leaves rustling as always, but then there was a strange sound. It almost sounded like…”Singing?” I said out-loud. It sounded just like our last school teacher's voice. 

“I hear it, too,” said Isabella, grabbing my hand. “Do you think he’s haunting us?” 

“Don’t worry,” I said, “I’m sure it’s just the wind.” 

Suddenly, there was a crack behind us, feet moving closer, and closer... 

“Don’t hurt us, don’t give our head to the headless horse man!” Isabella screamed. 

“What?” Said a voice, that sounded somewhat British. “Why would I do that?”

We turned around, and there stood a man carrying books. He had brown hair, a hooked nose which resembled an eagle’s beak, and light blue eyes. He was rather tall, and wore a black suit which fit him rather tightly. 

“Oh!” said Isabella. 

“Beg your pardon, but I am not a ghost. And I will not give your head to this headless horse thing.” he said, crossly. 

“Actually it’s the headless horse rid—“ I began.

“Also, I am your new school master. You may call me sir or Mr. Robertson. And I will have no talk of ghosts in my class do you understand?” he asked. 

We nodded. 

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Hope you enjoyed reading the story... 

Are you excited for Halloween?

 And did you like the story?

-Quinley

P.S. I will be fixing spelling errors from some posts in 2016, so don't be surprised if anything changes there. 
P.P.S. I will also be responding to comments from my previous posts, as well. 

Updates: Short Break!

Hi everyone,
I just wanted to say that I won't be able to post for a little while...
but when I am able to post, I will try to respond to the comments from my previous posts
(Thursday drawings, and Happy Birthday Bilbo and Frodo ...) And this one.
-Quinley

Happy Birthday, Bilbo and Frodo! (+Drawings)

(Note- I had to draw the poster for this post because
 the photo editor I was using isn't free anymore) 

Today is Bilbo's and Frodo's Birthday! The Hobbit and The Lord of The Rings are two of my favorite books, besides a lot of others...

And to Celebrate Bilbo and Frodo's birthday, I drew some drawings of Bilbo and Frodo:

                                       

A drawing of Frodo holding the one ring. 

This isn't my best drawing of Bilbo, but I like his pose. 

I like the angle of this drawing of Frodo. 

I like the outfit Bilbo is wearing in this drawing. 

Even though it isn't Tauriel's birthday... 

I thought it would be good to add her into the post, since

she is one of my favorite characters from The Hobbit.

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Hope you enjoyed reading the post. 

Who is your favorite character from The Hobbit/Lord Of The Rings?

 And how are you planning to Celebrate Bilbo's and Frodo's birthday?

Love, 

-Quinley 

Thursday Drawings

Hi everyone!:)

I thought today was a good day to post a  drawing

post. So here are the drawings: 

I talked about Eric Hunt's former spy partner in this post 

Though I never mentioned who his new partner is. 

This drawing is of Eric's new partner... who 

I haven't found a name for yet. 

A drawing of Gletta  (one of my characters) as a 

Jane Austen Heroine. 

A  realistic drawing of one of my characters from a 

novel I wrote a long time ago... this drawing 

is of Delphi who is a half siren, half human. 

This is a drawing of Annabelle...

I enjoyed drawing her hair. 

This is a drawing I drew a while ago, of one of my 

characters: Destiny... 

She is an oracle...And I hope to write a few stories about her soon. 

This is an another drawing of Annabelle... 

even though Annabelle tends not to 

wear much make up (or any at all) 

there may be a scene in the next book, 

where the servants  give Annabelle too much make up... 

(considering Annabelle is a half elven princess the servants 

tend to do almost everything for her even if she doesn't want them too)

This drawing is based on a scene 

where Tirfindiel (one of my elf characters)

                                                  accidentally gets turned into a hobbit.

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Which drawing is your favorite? What would you like to see me draw next? 

                                                        Love,
                                                    Quinley

P.S I will respond to the comments from my previous post as soon as I can.

Introducing Some Characters: Villains

                                    Hi everyone...
                                                       I thought today was a good day
                                             to introduce you to some of my villain characters....

                                            Here they are:
                                                   
                                     

                                 Odile 

Odile is a sorceress who can make 

it appear that she is somewhere where she isn't... 

She also has many other powers, including mind control. 

Former Agent Smith  

Former spy partner of Eric Hunt , 

she worked in the same agency that Eric did...

but really she worked for another agency.

One day though she betrayed the agency and 

hasn't been heard of since... 

                                                             Vinerva

She is a forest sprite (aka dryad), 

who has very powerful nature magic 

compared to most dryads... 

but instead of using it for good she used it for evil... 

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Hope you enjoyed reading about my villains. 

Which character is your favorite?

Love, 

Quinley 

It's September! (A drawing post)

Hi everyone, It's hard to believe that it is September!:)
Anyway... I thought I should start the month with some drawings:

A drawing of Lady Annabelle, 

one of my detective characters. 

I enjoyed drawing this, I used a mix of colored pencils 

and markers. 

This is a drawing of a siren, a mythical 

creature from Greek Mythology. 

Another drawing I drew on paper. 

This one is of Wonder Woman.

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Which drawing is your favorite? 

Love, 

Quinley 

                       

The Terrible Idea (A short story)

Hi everyone!:)
Today I thought I would post a short story, with the characters from this post .
This story involves elves, hobbits and, well... not well thought out ideas.
This story was actually inspired by a story I found in my writing notebook.
The original story that inspired it was only a few paragraphs long
compared to the one that you are going to read that is a lot longer:

(By the way- this a character development story and not the official story of A Thousand Years)

Tirfendiel paced around the cavern, the sound of his foot-steps was combined with the sound of water falling from the ceiling… 

the only light that could be seen was the one coming from his sword…it glowed a lime green color which made the cave look even more eerie… 

There was a stumble and a sound of something hitting against the stone floor… Tirfendiel turned around and shined the light from his sword where the sound was coming from. 

“Who goes there? Show yourself!” he said, but it came out more like: “W-who are you? S-show Y-yourself!!” 

“It’s just me,” said a filmier voice, a girl with blond hair tied into a loose braid appeared out of the darkness… it was Gletta, what a relief. 

“Where's Mr. Short?” asked Tirfendiel, who was clutching his sword which was still glowing… 

“I don’t know…” said Gletta, then she turned to her head to look at Tirfendiel’s sword.

“Are monsters still around? Why is your sword still glowing?” she asked 

“I don’t know,” said Tirfendiel. “It just happened…after I managed to defeat that troll. And it has been glowing ever since then.” 

“Well…” said Gletta, staring into the vast darkness… she was silent for a moment then she spoke: “What do you think could have happened to Mr. Short?” 

“I don’t know…” said Tirfendiel, feeling that he too was worried, even though he thought Mr. Short had been rather annoying, on the other hand he had begun to like that hobbit, and he didn’t like to think of what could have happened to him, if he hadn’t escaped. 

“But we must try to get out of this cave and then look for him and—“ before Tirfendiel had even finished that thought there was a sound in the darkness.

“What was that?” asked Tirfendiel, feeling the bravery he had before had disappeared. 

“I don’t know” said Gletta, grabbing a arrow from her quiver and putting her bow at a ready. “If any trolls followed us here…that might explain why your sword is still glowing.” 

Gletta walked silently up to where the sound had been, she made sure her foot-steps were as light as possible. She was determined to find out what was there and to figure out why Tirfendiel’s sword was still glowing. There was another thump again in the darkness, and a groan. 

‘What could be out there?’ she thought. She turned her head towards Tirfendiel who was still standing (rather stiffly) in the same place, while clutching his sword which remained glowing. 

“Aren’t you coming!?” whispered Gletta. 

“N-no, I am fine,” he whispered back. “I will just stay here.” 

Gletta sighed, and went on ahead anyway…it didn’t matter if Tirfendiel didn’t want to come she would just go and see what it was. She walked silently in the darkness of the cave. She could hardly see a thing. She wished Tirfendiel could have come with her, but on the other hand she understood why he didn’t want to go, who knew what danger lay ahead? Suddenly there was a thump in the darkness. Gletta turned around, she couldn’t see a thing..and worst of all, if there was something out there, she couldn’t see it. 

“Who are you? Show yourself!” she said, trying to sound brave, even though on the inside she felt terrified. 

“Ow…How am I expected to show myself? You can hardly see your hand in front of your face, here in this darkness” said the voice, it sounded a lot like Mr. Short, but how could it be? She hadn’t seen him when they had to escape from the trolls (It had been one of Tirfendiel’s badly thought out plans that got them stuck in this situation) but on the other hand maybe it was him. 

“Mr. Short, is that you?” she asked, though she wasn’t sure she trusted the speaker of the voice. What if it was a spirit trying to trick her? 

“Yes…” the voice said, there was a sigh of frustration from the darkness. 

“Are you alright?” said Gletta, not quite knowing what to say… 

“I think I lost my best pocket handkerchief,” said the voice. “I must of lost it during the fall.” 

“Umm…” mumbled Gletta, she wasn’t quite sure what to say, she wasn’t interested in pocket handkerchiefs, nor did she own one…she wasn't quite sure why Mr. Short even carried one. 

“How about since we found you…I can take you to where Tirfendiel is waiting.” 

“Alright…” said the voice, and took her hand. 

They both walked back to where Tirfendiel was…he was shaking his sword, as if trying to figure out why it was still glowing. 

He turned around when he saw Mr. Short and Gletta. 

“You found Mr. Short? But I thought—“ began Tirfendiel, but even before he could finish Mr. Short interrupted. 

“I was fine...sort of, I lost my pocket handkerchief…But thankfully the trolls didn’t get me.” 

There was a long akward silence between the questers. Finally, Gletta spoke: 

“Umm…may I ask how do we intend on getting out of here?” 

“I don’t know.” said Tirfendiel. “But maybe if we—“ before Tirfendiel could even finish his thought he was interrupted by Mr. Short and Gletta:

“No!! Please not one of your ideas again!” 

Tirfendiel sighed, “You didn’t even let me finish…And anyway why are so against my ideas?” 

“Well, last time you came up with an idea…it, well, got us all stuck here!” said Gletta.

Tirfendiel sighed… “That can't possibly be true. I always come up with amazing ideas—“ 

“Actually…I remember you suggesting we should use a catapult as a way to see what was faraway—” Mr. Short stated. 

“—As I was saying, my ideas always work out and I never come up with terrible ones!” he said. 

“Except for maybe one time.” 

Mr.Short and Gletta stared at Tirfendiel in a inquisitive way. 

“What!? I remember most of my ideas working” he said. 

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Hope you enjoyed reading the story,

Have you or your characters ever come up with crazy ideas? And have the ideas worked? 

Love, 
-Quinley